Yesterday morning after work I made my usual stop at the grocery store. On the way out I noticed the big chunk of ice and snow inside the front wheel well on the passenger side of my vehicle was getting larger by the day. I could actually hear it rub against my tire whenever I made a turn. I just thought I’d go give it a kick, as I’ve done so many times, and knock it off. Well, I gave it more than a few kicks with no results. I decided I’d grab a hammer when I got home and knock it off that way.
About an hour or so later I went up to get off the couch and I could barely stand on my right foot. My ankle was burning and it took all I could do to go down the stairs to let Max outside to do his business. I was wondering what in the world had happened in such a short time to cause me all of this pain. Then it hit me. I must have jammed my ankle trying to kick all of that ice from the front of my vehicle.
By the time I got home from making the draws for the Friends of the Riders Touchdown Lottery last night, I could barely stand on my foot. I was looking forward to getting to bed just to take the pressure off of my foot for a while.
When I woke up this morning I gingerly made my way for the shower, still hobbling along on my tender ankle. By the time I was dressed and ready for work it was feeling a little better, but I still had to watch my steps navigating the stairs down to the sidewalk to get to my vehicle, which I hold totally responsible for my current predicament.
Boy, this getting old kind of sucks!